Spilled Prose Gallery

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Do you remember where you were when you forgot all you’d learned? When love again became the sweetes

I am trying to be a softer place to land.

Of course, there have been count--less attempts by The Artist tocreate an authentic connectionwith a

Mine, mine, mine.

They don’t teach it to you.

Post-It Series #3

And maybe I’m just grateful to do something that matters with my hands.

Post-It Series #2

Always & always.

I know. My feet look pale and unwell against this deep black sea, my flesh too soft for these callou

I’m having fun

7/15/21 Mourning in prose, eulogizing in poetry.

worn memories - h.w

to fall in love: a collection of sixteen poems on the truths of first love. that not quite feeling o

I have outgrown your idea of me Woman, capitol W, upside down mountain Was it always this way? Every

(here’s my paper airplane to you I guess)10 Things I Always Remember About You and Me1 - Whene

the average human has five liters of blood //moving across the country is hard

napowrimo day 15 // drunk dial

We used to live in a house with a porch surrounded by jasmine vines;crawling around the porch and up

Past midnight and there are still no stars. There is only a bleakness that invades my soul from the

worn memories - h.w

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